Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

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"confirm."

Chu Sheng confirmed his thoughts in his mind. The light and shadows shifted before his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already standing in his bedroom on the second floor of the hall.

This time, the goal has been achieved—the injury has mostly healed, and the "Beast King Body Refining Technique" has become even more refined.

He took out his phone, opened the company's app, and found the name "Yu Mo".

With my finger hovering above the screen, the image of Yu Mo wearing a bronze mask and sitting on a leather sofa with her long legs crossed is still vivid in my mind.

He pressed the call button.

The busy tone only sounded once before the screen lit up.

It wasn't a holographic conference room, but rather a pale golden projection that rose from the phone screen and condensed into a tiny figure the size of a palm in mid-air.

Yu Mo's projection today was both the same and different from last time.

He still wore that bronze mask, and the long, thin daylight made people dizzy.

The difference is that...

Today she wasn't wearing that formal, nerve-wracking uniform, but instead was wrapped in a fluffy white bathrobe, her long, wet hair draped over her shoulders.

Those bright eyes stared at Chu Sheng through the projection, a hint of surprise in their tone:

"Little one? You wanted to see me?"

Chu Sheng was stunned for a moment. This image was completely different from the female team leader who sat in the office with an aura of authority last time.

He could even see the corner of the bedroom behind her through the projector.

Chu Sheng cleared his throat and said with a forced smile, "Team leader, sorry to bother you. There's something I'd like to ask you."

"explain."

Yu Mo's voice carried a lazy yet authoritative quality, like a cat that had just been woken up. It clearly didn't want to talk to you, but its eyes had already nailed you to the spot.

"I want to ask—is there any way for the company to send a living person with me to another world?"

In the projection, Yu Mo paused in her act of drying her hair. She put down the towel, and the languidness in her tone had largely faded:

"You mean, can I bring people along?"

"Yes." Chu Sheng did not deny it.

"A living person?" Yu Mo asked again to confirm.

"Living people."

In the projection, Yu Mo draped a towel over the back of the chair, sat up straight, and slightly opened the collar of her robe, revealing a section of her delicate collarbone.

"Chu Sheng, do you know the principle behind how company employees travel through worlds?"

Chu Sheng thought for a moment: "Through the company's channels, enter the target world via soul projection, and then have the company reshape the physical body in the target world?"

"Pretty much." Yu Mo nodded. "But the prerequisite for this 'reconstruction of the physical body' is that you have a complete soul imprint in the company's database."

"From the first day you joined the company, your soul imprint was entered into the database."

"Each time you travel through time, the company will generate a temporary physical body for you in the target world based on this mark. Once the mission is over, the physical body will be retrieved, and your soul will return to its original place."

She paused, her tone becoming serious: "But the person you're trying to bring isn't in the company's database."

"She has no soul imprint. If we forcibly take her through time, the company will be unable to create a physical body for her, and her soul will lose its vessel during the time travel—"

"And then?" Chu Sheng asked.

"Then either your soul will be scattered, or you will be trapped in the gap between the two worlds, becoming something that is neither alive nor dead."

Yu Mo put it bluntly, "The company established a rule from the very beginning—employees are prohibited from bringing unregistered persons across world borders without authorization."

"Those who violate this rule will be demoted at best, and dismissed at worst."

Chu Sheng remained silent.

The night birds in the walnut tree chirped twice, then flapped their wings and flew away. The campfire flickered in the night wind, casting his shadow long and short.

"Team leader," he began, his voice low, "isn't there any other way?"

In the projection, Yu Mo stared at him for a long time. The initial impatience and seriousness in those bright eyes slowly faded away.

Instead, a more complex emotion arose—a mixture of understanding and helplessness.

"Chu Sheng," her voice softened, "tell me the truth. Who is that person to you?"

Chu Sheng raised his head and looked into Yu Mo's eyes through the projection. Moonlight fell on his profile, illuminating the stubbornness in his eyes.

"My woman."

There was a moment of silence in the projection.

Yu Mo suddenly sighed, a sigh so soft it was almost drowned out by the night breeze. She pulled the projector closer, lowering her voice as if afraid someone would hear:

"Yes, it exists, but it's very troublesome."

Chu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Please give me your guidance, team leader."

"Don't rush." ​​Yu Mo raised her hand to stop him, then disappeared from the projection for a moment, returning with a thick leather-covered book in her hand.

Article 17, Supplementary Clause 3 of the "Regulations on the Management of Transnational Personnel Transfers": Employees at level P3 and above may apply for "accompanying permission" for their immediate family members or legal spouses.

"Once the application is approved, the accompanying personnel will receive a temporary soul imprint, which allows them to stay in a designated world with the staff for a period not exceeding the execution cycle of the mission."

"After the mission is completed, the accompanying personnel will return to their original world along with the staff, but this requires 50 merit points."

When Chu Sheng heard the words "50 merit points", his brows furrowed slightly.

Yu Mo shrugged her sexy shoulders and said, "Besides this, there's nothing else I can do to help."

"However, with your abilities, it would take you about 10 years to accumulate 50 merit points."

Chu Sheng gave a wry smile: "Team leader, you really think highly of me. In 10 years, I'll probably be a decrepit old man."

Yu Mo was taken aback. In her long life, ten years was nothing more than a small dream. She shook her head and joked, "Your human life is really fragile."

After expressing his gratitude, Chu Sheng ended the call and sat on the edge of the bed in silence for a long while.

Five hundred thousand merit points.

ten years.

Even if the timeline of that world doesn't change.

But during this time, accidents may happen to you.

He stood up, paced back and forth in the bedroom a few times, and suddenly stopped. A name popped into his mind—the son of Emperor Yuanhui.

The son of Emperor Yuanhui.

When this thought popped into Chu Sheng's head, he even found it somewhat absurd.

Asking the Emperor how to take a woman across worlds—what's this all about?

In his words, this is called "neglecting one's proper duties".

But apart from the son of Emperor Yuanhui, Chu Sheng couldn't think of anyone else who could help him with this problem.

Yu Mo is the team leader and represents the company. She must speak and act in accordance with the rules.

The rule for 500,000 merit points is 500,000; she cannot and will not make exceptions for him.

But the imperial prince is different.

The prince was outside the company's hierarchical system, and even when Yu Mo mentioned him, her tone was somewhat polite.

For Chu Sheng, the emperor's son was his greatest trump card.

He picked up his phone again, found the prince's contact information, and sent a text message: "Senior, do you have time? I have a question I'd like to ask."